I remember it as if it was yesterday, like I can imagine most do. I was on my way to school, and I was actually listening to the Howard Stern show, a show which I do not normally listen to. I heard them saying something about how the first tower had collapsed, and I didn't really comprehend what they were talking about. Knowing the type of show It was I thought, at first, that it was some kind of not very funny joke, but as they continued talking about it I slowly came to the realization that they were not kidding. Stupified, I changed radio stations and lo and behold the immpossible had happened. One tall proud symbol of world unity had collapsed, and the other was critically damaged, both with people trapped inside. It was like a sharp blow to the heart. Shock washed over me in waves, slowly at first but growing gradually stronger as realization sunk in. I asked myself questions. How, then why and who? But answers were illusive in the growing cloud of confusion surrounded the events of the day. I was on my way to school when I first heard, and by this time I was already there, but I sat in my car in the parking lot immobile, as I heard the second building had collapsed, and the World Trade Center was no more. Then looking around for the first time. I noticed people milling about the parking lot, some of them crying others with a look of horror on their face, some just looked as if they were lost. This is when I came to the realization of what had happened. The World Trade Centers were no more, and neither were some of the poor people traped within them when these atrocious acts were committed. Innocent people just going to work trying to do their job as best they could to support their families and themselves. A terrible rage flowed through me coupled by a terrible grief. A grief for the innocent victims, a grief for their families, a grief for the entire nation, and a rage. A rage at those who committed these terrible cowardly deeds, a rage at anyone who supported them, and a rage at any country that would harbor them. Everyone was touched irrevocably that day. Some were affected more directly than others, but none was left untouched by the morose events of that day. On this somber day of rememberence my heart goes out to the entire nation, espcially to those directly affected by this terrible tragedy. May whatever higher power you believe in watch over each and every one you and your loved ones.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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